Excellent beauty's personal security guard

"I know, I know. As long as you show up around me, it seems that all the difficulties and hardships have been driven away by you... Alas, sometimes I think... If I could be with you every day... I would be very happy even if I ran away... But we all... We can't help ourselves. "

Zhao Jianhui turned around at this time, put his hands around Zhou Wanyi's plump and soft waist, looked back at Zhou Wanyi's eyes and asked, "can't help it? It depends on what you think. If you are willing to let go of your heart, your heart is free... "

Zhou Wanyi's eyes stared at Zhao Jianhui's eyes and pretended to answer very seriously: "how can you release your mind?"

"Ha ha..." Zhao Jianhui was amused by Zhou Wanyi's lovely and serious appearance: "forget it, this problem will be discussed later! Now, I know I can't convince you. "

"Really, I do think so." Zhou Wanyi said, tightly sticking her body to Zhao Jianhui's chest, and then said, "I'm a woman. I also know that it's a woman's duty to teach her husband and children at home. But who told me to do this? " When she said this, she lifted her head from Zhao Jianhui's chest and looked at Zhao Jianhui's face: "maybe this is my life. Knowing you is the happiest thing in my life. No matter what happens in the future, as long as we are together, we should cherish what we have now and love me well. My people, my heart is yours... "

"Nonsense!" Zhao Jianhui's heart is sour. He knows what Zhou Wanyi is engaged in, and he knows the dangers in it. Therefore, he never complained about Zhou Wanyi. He was just worried about her safety. From his heart, he never regarded women as accessories to men. People will have their own pursuit and ideas, whether these ideas are realistic or not, it's none of men and women's business.

There is no doubt that Zhou Wanyi is a woman with some ideas. Maybe she has her difficulties, she has her concerns. After all, when the Zhou family came to her, she was still an outstanding top figure in the third generation. Therefore, Zhao Jianhui felt sad about it. He hugged Zhou Wanyi tighter, kissed her on the forehead and said, "Wanyi, I understand your idea. I won't ask you to do anything."

"Jianhui, shall we order a bar?" Zhou Wanyi whispered her suggestion.

"Well, order some wine. It's more emotional when you drink a little drunk..." Zhao Jianhui felt that the topic was very heavy, so he deliberately joked.

"You are such a person. How can you learn to speak fluently?" Zhou Wanyi bashfully punched Zhao Jianhui, went to the phone, pressed the front desk number and asked the front desk to arrange someone to send a bottle of red wine to the room.

Then, she walked back to Zhao Jianhui. They stood quietly in front of the window. No one spoke. They just hugged each other tightly. Their hearts beat with a neat rhythm, as if they were a heart jumping.

"Dong Dong..." the sound of knocking at the door broke the peace between the two people. Zhou Wanyi smiled at Zhao Jianhui and was about to open the door.

"Wanyi, let me come..." Zhao Jianhui suddenly smiled: "today I'm yours, too. I'll serve you..." "well..." Zhou Wanyi nodded gently, but still snuggled up to Zhao Jianhui and walked to the door with him.

"Madam, sir, the red wine you want..." reaching out to open the door, I saw a little old man in waiter's clothes standing outside the door, hanging his waist and throwing his back, holding a wooden tray in his hand. Inside the tray, there is a bottle of red wine.

"Thank you, don't send it in..." Zhao Jianhui took Zhou Wanyi's thin waist in one hand and stretched out one hand to grab the bottle of red wine in the tray. He felt something wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

Outside the door, the little old man looked about sixty or seventy years old, bony, as if he could be blown away in a gust of wind. In Eastern countries, most women don't work after they get married, and it's common to use men to carry dishes in hotels. However, it is really rare to hire such a buried old man to work.

The old man kept bowing and lowering his head. There was nothing unusual about him.

However, when Zhao Jianhui's hand grabbed the wine bottle in the tray and his arm retracted, the tray held in the old man's hand hit Zhao Jianhui's face with his arm at this moment.

"Ah..." with Zhou Wanyi's exclamation, Zhao Jianhui punched and the wooden tray broke. Amid the debris, the old man roared, and a glittering sharp knife had reached Zhao Jianhui's chest.

At this time, the old man bowed, his eyes were wide open, the sharp knife in his hand was blowing with the wind, and his body was full of lingran momentum. Where did he look a little old?

Zhao Jianhui nailed his feet to the ground, but his whole body bent back from his legs. The name of this move is called "iron plate bridge" in martial arts. The sharp knife in the old man's hand emptied from Zhao Jianhui. He had no time to change his move. Zhou Wanyi had kicked it out. The old man's whole mind was on Zhao Jianhui. Who knew that the woman around him was also a female tiger?

Zhou Wanyi kicked out quickly. It was too late for the old man to change his moves and dodge. His body suddenly jumped into the air and rushed at Zhao Jianhui in the direction of the outstretched arm. The sharp knife in his hand was stabbed instead of inserted. He had to poke a blood hole in Zhao Jianhui's body.

However, the old man obviously underestimated the power of Zhou Wanyi's foot. He never thought that Jiao Didi's girl was a specially trained agent. Although Zhou Wanyi's pink little foot can't talk about breaking the stone, it's OK to break the tendon and fracture when kicking on a person.

Zhao Jianhui saw that the old man didn't want to die. The sharp knife in his hand was less than two inches away from his heart. If you still keep the posture of iron bridge, you will be stabbed by him. At the moment, I couldn't care about the beauty and ugliness. My legs bent loose, and the iron plate bridge collapsed. Then another lazy donkey rolled and planned to turn over to avoid the lightning blow of the old man.

At this time, Zhou Wanyi's little foot had kicked the old man. In a hurry, in order to save Zhao Jianhui, no one knows how much strength she made with her foot, but the old man snorted, spun his body, flew out more than ten meters along the aisle in front of the door, and then fell to the ground with a whoop.

Zhao Jianhui just leaned back, loosened his leg, turned over and hit the door frame. It turned out that he had just walked out of the door and grabbed the wine bottle in the tray. Behind him was the door of the hotel. The old man pulled out his knife to assassinate him. He used the Kung Fu of an iron plate bridge. Most of his body had reached into the door. Now he turned over to avoid, and his body just hit the door. If Zhou Wanyi hadn't kicked the old man away, it would be difficult for Zhao Jianhui to avoid the old man's lightning strike.

Just as the old man landed, Zhao Jianhui also got up. Hearing that the old man fell to the ground, there was a "wow", but at this time, a strange scene appeared. The old man's body fell to the ground, but he disappeared in front of Zhao Jianhui and Zhou Wanyi.

What a ghost? Can't the old man hide?

"Jianhui, are you okay?" Zhou Wanyi saw Zhao Jianhui stand up and rushed into Zhao Jianhui's arms: "it's all my fault. I shouldn't want any red wine..."

"I'm fine. Don't... let me see what's going on with the assassin..." before he finished, he suddenly pushed Zhou Wanyi's body and turned away quickly. At the same time, his right hand waved a fist and hit the air around him

With a bang, the old man's figure suddenly appeared from Zhao Jianhui's side - but his body didn't rush forward, but his limbs flew back. He was followed by a shower of scarlet blood.

This time, the old man fell to the ground and never stood up again. He didn't even move again. When he fell to the ground, Zhao Jianhui also covered his right rib and squatted down slowly. A touch of Yan Hong's blood dripped from his fingers

"Ah? You were hurt. How are you? Jianhui, don't scare me... "Zhou Wanyi watched the blood dripping from Zhao Jianhui's fingers. She couldn't help but change her face and asked urgently holding Zhao Jianhui's shoulder.

Zhao Jianhui shook his head reluctantly: "I... it doesn't matter... Go and see if the man is dead?"

Zhou Wanyi shook her head and said, "hold on, I'll call an ambulance..." as she said, she rushed into the room like a whirlwind. Now, she only knows that her lover has been hurt, and she won't keep it in her heart if others are dead or alive.

Not long after the ambulance arrived, the lobby manager and customer service manager in the hotel heard that there was a murder case in their hotel and ran up behind the doctor.

Zhao Jianhui was simply bandaged and carried down on a stretcher by the medical staff. He was stabbed in his right rib with a sharp weapon. Without careful diagnosis, it is still unclear whether he hurt his internal organs. But the old man who stabbed people was much more unlucky than the one who was stabbed. The old man didn't know whether he fell to the ground or was beaten. A head basically became a rotten watermelon. Not only the skull was broken, but the brain in it really became a paste this time.

Seeing that the place where he lay down was red and white, the doctor just stood up, shook his head and said to the nurse behind him, "send it directly to the morgue."